a knight leads his armies to conquer a king's heavily guarded castle. the outermost territory, perfectly prepared, is where the knight incurs the greatest number of fatalities. the defenders, fierce and unwavering, crush the opposition like toy soldiers. bruised but undeterred, the knight forges on with spirit. the closer he gets to the castle, the fewer the soldiers left to fight. that is the king's undoing, for he knows no other modus operandi. the king desperately deploys all crew, who struggle to fend off the remaining warriors. battle has left the remaining worn but experienced. exposed and vulnerable, the king runs, but where to? slowly, they make their way furtively, like poison in search of the heart. they find the king beneath his enormous mantel, sword in hand. grossly outnumbered, the king fights unrelentingly for his dignity, his life. and as the knight and the king stand face to face in combat, the knight says, "i promise, i won't hurt you". it only took a little hesitation from the king, and before he knew it, he had a blade right through him. the knight kept his word. it was swift, it was clean. it didnt hurt.
guess where you are now. not anymore.
bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside bitter heart, bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile.
perfection at 2:07 AM
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
its called diversification. i did a double take, and it was worth it.
an abyss in the centre. searching for galaxies and black holes in space when we all have our very own to explore. empty space and points of light.
a craving to be curbed. a rush to be contained. a compulsion to be resisted. all in a day's work.
she's got a sparkle in her eyes and a spring in her step. she's back.
you put a smile back on my face.
in the madness of the storm i'm the one to carry on you think i'm crazy, a little bit hazy but i'm stone cold sober.
perfection at 9:43 PM
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Monday, July 13, 2009
they grow up so fast. not another Pierce Quincy.
so many denominations, so many routes. questions i cannot afford to ask, for no man is sure. for no amount of heated opinion exchange can resolve the loose ends formed by our finite intelligence that we so prize. an idea that we deem so flawless and logically coherent is the same idea thats ridiculed by another faction. i do like these questions, these challenges. it is the transient conclusions i take lightly. some things are simply beyond analysis and comprehension. helps to remember the road ahead is long and narrow.
you know i'm a dreamer. but my heart's of gold. i had to run away high. so i wouldnt come home low.
the invisible tugs of a dress on expected behaviour. it does things to people.
its amazing, the routines and things we hold on to for normalcy. for sanity.
curiousity on the left and irony on the right. with a lot of other factors, they do add up. so why the goosebumps when one surfaces?
my heart's like an open book for the whole world to read sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams i'm on my way, just set me free home sweet home.
perfection at 9:15 PM
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
dont we always love to wait till something happens. something that alters the normal trajectories of daily life. something that slaps us in the face, then makes us sit up and take action. dont we adore squandering our efforts on feigning ignorance. anomalies which we should've picked up are instead, suppressed and overlooked. the tendency to take for granted the very things we've worked so hard to get. a pity, when we allow our minds to be sucked in by the motion of life.
everybody should get a chance to experience what true joy and liberation feels like. and the journey back starts here.
redid my workspace. i must say, its very appealing. kinda makes me wanna start school already (oh, the regret that will set in later). now i've a rock neon sign that fascinates me like a helpless moth to a zap light. awesome.
put the plastic wraps to good use.
one life, you got to do what you should one life, with each other sisters, brothers.
perfection at 12:52 AM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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